Other-Fellow sprawling to the turf with such force
that It knocked him completely out of his senses.
He canie to after a moment or so. He was badly
frightenedóbut he was not hurt* After this
occurrence we boys gave him another name in the
Sioux language. We called him Wahsuk-Ktena
óFalling Snowóbecause he fell so far and hit the
ground so lightly.
After this happening our fathers waved us boys
to stay back while they galloped on In an effort to
bring down the few remaining buffalo.
When we trotted back to where the chase had
begun, our mothers were already on the job,
carrying out the Indian woman's part of the buf-
falo hunt. They were down on the ground skin-
ning the animals and dressing them. Each wife
knew which animals had been brought down by
her husband,, by the arrow which had been left in
it. For every Indian had his arrow painted a
certain way, so that anything he killed with it
could easily be identified. If he shot a buffalo
with a bullet he would circle back and hurl one of
his arrows Into its body, so his wife would know
that It was his.
The young son of our late medicine-man was
sitting on his pony over among us boys. He was
carrying on his back a quiver full of his dead
father's arrows, which his mother had given him
to play with. One of the women came over to